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Inside the folder were texts: short, ragged, obsidian fragments of other people’s days. The first sheet was a list of three-line recipes written in violet ink, the second a packing list that began, “Bring: patience,” then devolved into doodled battle plans for a future no one had agreed to fight. Buried in the middle was a single sheet, typed and folded three times, that read: